Dinner dance 2006.
Food is tasty,
Rhythem is lovely,
Lustful melody,
Another plateful of Basmathi...
Wine is not enough,
Why isn't it imported,
Taste id different,
Wouldn't it be a local stuff?
Your cladding seemed to be very nice and fitting well beautifully,
Why not? it's a gift from Italy,
Oh! where's my vehicle key?
Wasn't it with my velvet hankie?
Drops of rains falling apart;
Oh! my kids, what have ye eaten for night?
Haven't we anything? yes, that's right
But you have not eaten anything for this night..
Sleeping beneath,
Embracing the pacifying breeze,
Sheltering underneath,
With the blessings of god made Banyan Trees.
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